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“My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.”
Robert Frost
Atticus *. challenged us to take a subject and obsess over it poetically for Saturday Writing Essential. Since I’ll forever be obsessed by all things autumn, here goes
Autumn (abecedarian)
Brilliant Colors
Darkness
Equinox
Fall
Glorious
Holidays impending
Jack O’Lanterns
Kites
Leaves maniacally nodding
Orange pumpkins
Quaking reveals skeleton trees
Umbrellas vertical in wind
Xanthic yams
Zombiefest!
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumn Death (Haiku)
Abandoning leaves
Make way for next year’s cycle
Birth, growth, harvest, death
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumn’s Death (Rictameter)
Autumn
Left Saturday
And never came back home
Police say she was mugged and raped
Thunderstorm washing away evidence
We’ll never know her murderer
A neighborhood youngster
Somebody knows
Autumn
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumn Revelation (Than-Bauk)
Colorful Leaves
Dripping eaves filled
Then heaves dead snake
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumn (Acrostic)
Annual season brings about
Ugly family get-togethers like
Thanksgiving where the
Usual suspects get drunk, watch football
Miraculously make up in time for a
Nightcap
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumn’s Fall (Septolet)
Fall
Serpent’s fruit
Brought Eden’s death
Man’s first wrong choice
Adam
Listened to
Eve
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumnal Weather (Quinzaine)
The rain comes and the winds blow.
Will you hide yourself indoors?
Can’t you dry?
2009 © Sue Barton
Autumn’s Fiery Blaze (Nonet)
Maple leaves brilliantly on display
Oranges, violets, and reds
Cranberries, purples and mauves
Nature’s colorful time
Pumpkins and squashes
Jack O’Lanterns
Raked piles
Bonfires
Leaves
2009 © Sue Barton
Harvest Time (Cinquain )
Harvest
Crops are ready
Pulling, plucking, reaping
Overwhelming food abundance
Collect
2009 © Sue Barton
The Orchard ( Tanaga)
Time to shake the apple leaves
Put the ladders in the trees
Gotta get ‘em ‘fore the freeze
Before the wild autumn breeze
2009 © Sue Barton


Comments: 16
"it occurred to me that every time I do something like this, work some idea to exhaustion, I get a charge of adrenaline fueled creativity that catapults me into new levels of thinking. When I am there, it is the greatest thing on earth. I find myself snickering joyfully at all sorts of spontaneous ideas and barely able to contain myself or refrain from sitting down to write (even when I'm supposed to be doing something else)."
and that is very true with me. I'm surprised when I hear an author say that they either write poetry or fiction or nonfiction, but not all at the same time.
For me, writing fiction almost always sends me into a poetic frenzy.
I hear you! My grandparents lived in Southern Oregon where they grow a lot of peaches and pears and keep smudge pots going in the orchards in winter